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THE HEART OF A ROSE
Ting-allng! Sharply rang the telephone
<n the corner of tha back office
or Eaton & Howard—lawyers. The click
ing of tha type machine stopped sud
denly. Rose Hartwell, the firm’s sten-
dfrapher, rose quickly to respond to the
ogjl of the telephone. All the morning
•he bad been restless and anxious. 9fie
could not account for her uneasiness,
whan she should be feeling relieved and
happy, for was not Harry out of dan-
S ir? Had mat the doctor declared that
e oriels wax past? The cruel fever had
quit Its hold, leaving him pitiably weak,
hut surely no longer in peril of his life—
his life, that was so dear to Rose. She
had not known how dear until she had
seen It seeming to be ebbing away in the
anxious hour* when she watched beside
him.
When the words, “He Is better, little
£* r *» cheer up,’* had been spoken to
her oyi tho sympathetic* otti doctor her
whole being* had thrilled with Jov* and
yet almost In the next minute her' hap-
plnese wtts chilled—why me could not
tell. Today she had felt like one wait
ing to hear the word «*r doom.
In vain she had tried to shake off the
feeling which seemed a presentment of
"• p v ® r >" ,lm © the telephone rang
s.io had started and hastened to answer
*/.' heart throbbing violently as It was
t.irohhing now-—with no cause, she told
herself. It was only as before—some
business Inqulry-or trivial message for
the firm. °
But not the call was for her. She re
cognized the voice as that of the good
woman with whom Harry lodged
'Yes. I am Here. Mrs. JJpnaid.” she
answered 'What Is it? How | s Harry”
Miss Hartwell, pray don’t be fright
ened. I am so sorry; he has had a bad
sinking spell.”
,,U as ^? r - Morris been sent for?”
„“ s ’ I s with him now.”
What does the doctor say? Tell me
the truth, j must know the worst ”
He says—well he says—Mr Richland Is
much worse and you’d better come at
once. Now. don’t give wny Miss Hart
well—while there’s Ilf e-t hew W*
. X’T r r'uL VCr hful dropped from the girl’s
hand. The room grow dark. Life seemed
lipping from_ her. Harry dvin|' I?ter
the hard, long struggle to live—after the
dread suspense had budded Into hope
Harr a —her devoted friend—her comrade—
her lover-her all. How could The go
on living when he was gone ’
possession until he
the value of
loses it ”
"I thank you, Mr. Howard," Rose said,
simply.
two hearts were at rest—full of the peace
of perfect understanding.
JULIA COMAN TAIT.
REPLY TO EVOLUTION.
1 beg leave to differ with John Mason
in regard to his Darwin theory of the
••evolution of man.”
I believe the geologist reads aright the
story of the formation of the earth.
His’ praise did not bring a flush of | and that da > s stand for periods, Imt
pleasure to her cheek as It had been wont I ^ object to the theory that man was
to do. She had no heart for compliments. I formed in like slow process as the earth.
Everything had lost its zest, and yet ! 1 think Uod spoke, and man came forth—
she would have appreciated a kind wer l j P‘ri'ect in all his organisms; just as per-
from Mr. Eaton. True, he was not given ' feet as the loaves and the fishes Which
to words. Presently he came into the i were fed to the multitude,
back office, and laying on her desk an ' Why do I believe this? ’’The Tx>rd God
envelope containing two weeks’ pay, be ! caused a deep sloop to fall upon Adam,
sai d gently: “The young lady we had in I and the rib which the Lord God had:
your place will help you today, Mrs. I taken from man made He woman.”
Richland. I know how hard It Is to pick
up work and go on with i» after there
has been a gap In one’s life.”
It was May. All the air was full ot
gladness and song, for the sky was blre
and life was sweet. Rose Richland sat
alone at her same place of business, her
hands busy with the keys of the type
writer. Her black dross was relieved
by a big bunch of violets resting on her
bosom. Tlielr delicate fragrance per
fumed the room. It must have brought
sweet memories—this charming flower-
scent for she was smiling. The sad.
hopeless look had gone out of her eyes
Time Is kind to a grief-stricken heart
This Is. 1 think, conclusive evidence
that Adam was formed in {he same in
stantaneous manner. Can science give
better proof?
I admit tiheology is a changing sci
ence; wlial: she proclaims os truth to
day, tomorrow she rejects; yet this Is
but a mark of h'er life and progress.
Theology has no sacred robe that pro
tects It from inquiry, hut like any ot'her
It. I’m going to have lots of oyster and
egg plants, as I’m very fond of oysters
froth from the garden, and I like a fresh
soft boiled egg for breakfast. Also 1
intend to raise a plant which is a cross
between the strawberry- and the milk
weed, and which I a:g convinced will
produco strawberries and cream. I will
have a little patch of chick-weed, from
Which I will pick the broilers as they
get ripe. And a row of milkweed across
the gaidone will supply me with milk—1
detest diws. I may also have a little
grove of bee tries, hut I’ll decide that
later. It might toe a good 'plan to grow
buttercups and brendfmdt trees. you
see. Miserable, it all depends on what
you raise. If you plant only corn, the
best you can hope for is a few roast
ing ears, and a pot of hominy. And roast
don’t give you very much variety.
I hope these remarks will open you •
eyes to the fact that there really are
possibilities in a farm—If you only know
ho.w to got at them.
ANNIE VALENTINE.
A QUESTION AND A SUGGESTION.
I have twice failed to gain entrance to
The Household. The third time is the conclusions, the final results which your
until It reaches the tassel, eats that off
and sits and whistles merrily for three
days, then suddenly explodes with a
sharp report and disappears In a little
puff of smoke. I don’t wish to scare any
one, but this may be th*. beginning of
the end; the annihilation of the animal
kingdom may have already commenced!
And when the earth and the other
planets have become depopulated and de.
anlnialated I suppose it will be In order
for the Creator to write the word “Fail
ure” over the portals of the universe,
and re-ir,. to some secluded corner on the
outskirts orf His domain and spend the
rest of eternity in regretting that He ever
put in that week of strenuous labor—
whether that work was done under the
ei'giht-hour-diny system or ten-hour sys
tem, I don't know; ask Tom.
No, Moonshiner, in order to bring about
this universal failure In God's works
you don’t have to tack on to evolution
and turn It upside down, inside out and
hind part before. You have already got
it. my lad, and have had it for 6,000
years, if bank-o’-clayism Is correct. And
you ought not to object to the logical
Pleasant Fields of Holy Writ
Save for my jglly range
Among the pleasant fields of Holy Writ,
I might despair.
-TENNYSON.
Commentary on the International Sunday-School Lesson
Third Quarter. Lesson IV. Luke xi, 1-13. July 22, 1906.
charm they say. so I will try again. 1
, will look In for a moment to ask
| question and make a suggestion. Once
science It must not only submit itself | ^"ervan mentioned an"'old song-’’The
Ho. but must prosecute the keenest In-1 Lords of Creation’’-and quoted these
vestlgation, and today It calls science Hn .„ nf i». J
and philosophy to its aid. and builds '
t'h'f ir stone^ Into Its temple. | <«\ve will even let them hold the reins.
Allow me, please, to give now my In-1 But we'll shLw them the way to go.”
. , _. . terpretatlon to some of the difficult! I
Si th°. JS.ilTw'S whT^ver Pr w 1 ,prob,ems with which Mr. Mason wrestles.) j would be glad if she would give all
o aS '"hotel, or lur I | M ho was Cain's wife? This ques-1 the words of the song. The suggestion
l *®, bt ^__wer e . _hhey^ were^ interrupted by | tion, to my mind, is easy- of solution. I Is concerning the shut-ins. Why not give
Adam lived to the age of 950 years; Seth j them an entire number each to have a
lived 912 years; Cain lived, we would letter or sketch and to tell what they
suppose, to the same relative age. If | are doing—what they- have to sell in the
the entrance of Mr. Eaton
’’Mrs. Richland, will yo-u please type
this In time to natch the next mail,” he
i™tiding her a sheet of paper. i p 0O p] e multiplied Itilicn ns thiev do now I way of fancy work and what tholr to ok.s j
TtlJ.’.fii’a k;* ln have taken “to wife” many I hre the name, price etc. We will then
times his thirty-third cousins, and with have a number containing t'he addresses'
his own descendents, could have built | of aI1 the shut-ins and the knowledge
out her hand to take the paper, the light
of the stnlle still in her eyes.
It might have been this light and the
soft pink on her check, or It might have
been the odor of the violets and the **'n-
der Influences of the May. but when Ea
ton glanced down In her face, his look
grew suddcnlv nsdent stul seizing her
hand, he kissel It passionately.
“How dare you?” she cried, snatching j
away* her hand and crimsoning with In- |
dlgn’ntlon. Tils gray, masterful eyes met j
her flashing glance unflinchingly. “T ds>e I
because I love you.” he answered.
"You Insult me. Mr. Eaton. T am only i
your employee, hut I demand “that you j
respect me. Unless you do T .will leave
your office -never to enter it again.” j
"TTusli. hush. Rose. You are mistaken. I
T do respect yo-u deeply, but also I love |
you and T want yor- to be mv wife. T |
would not dream of flirting with yon: no
himself a city.
2. "The sons of God saw the daugh
ters of men -that they* wiere fair. 0 The
genealogy of Seth is given from Adam to
that o>f Noah with the age of the heads
of each family, which is not the case
with Cain. Why is this? It shows, I
•think. Ithrougfh which line of descent
Christ came. "The lamb slain from the
foundation of the world.”
How natural it would have been to
have called Seth's dosePnldents sons of
God, and that of Cain’s the daughters of
how best we can help them toy buying
what they* may have to sell. We could
keep this number for reference and not
need to trouble Mrs. Rryan to give ad
dresses and ether information so often.
I 'Would like to know more about Tom
Lookhant and which of ills books has
more in it about himself.
I rejoice with Mattie Beverage over
her little church. T want one 'nail In
that church, and one of her (prayers. I
will send her something.
SOPHIA JONES.
I know only two verses of that old
men. Were not the Israelite’s In like] song which i'heard In my childhood. T
manner lorbuMon to make marriages I remember that the graduating* class of
Wl J «. * ie heathens round about them?]a female •colh-gc sung it cow amore with
3. And t'here wore giants in those ‘Its triumphant chorus,
days.” Who can demonstrate to th
She had grnsnedd Vh« hil', , j my love for you Is pur? and sincere. | ^eie not all giants
chair to steady ho/il/if ba /*£ of a While you thought me intent only on
struggled to recover heriei? C i" -h J?, she ■ business T was watching you. finding <n
bar the Xef v.' rf’ She did not ; you so many womanly graces tlyat I
member of the firm 1 whmVhe* J' he th'nk it an honor to he able to offer you
room nrm, when he emered the mv heart and hand. Will you accept
"Miss Hartwell,” he called His voice I l hpm ' R ° S * ? But ,0n PU ' i<1 " n
sounded to her faint and far awav. He' f ° r
raw at once that snn»iM n .
with her
“Why
ter
It began:
"The Tjords of creation, men they- call
and they think the rule the whole
iron to answer now. Give mo vour
raw a- unn .i, ot ',7,— “•*“-*• nr | reply tomorrow. T trust that it will he
her lat somelllln S was wrong I favorable, for you are yery dear to me.
er’” he 5 n l <TkJi IartW< r 11 ’ what ls the mat-I ^He had left the room hefo-re Rose had
rhlte face and h°„ a 8 up f ° her ’ Her to recover her dazed senses
rnne race and dazed expression made'
held “.f UnJ° kIV: " Vou nre U1 -” He took! When ,«he entered the office the fol-
ch-ilr VL m and Placed her In the lowing morning a visitor, a gentleman
head dronned nno, W j; Un8, mach ^ e ’ Her ; was seated there conversing
before fed P ° n r . arms 0,1 the table Eaton, the two being the only
•T will 1 a S ° b shook hor “<•
claimed.
shook her head
tested
He stood looking down at her. an ex-
troubled sympathy in his
If she was not ill, she
contrary It ha t the antediluvian world
were not all giants? This supposition is
not Improbable, as viewed by the length Hut they're much mistaken after all,
of human life before the flood. i For they-fre under woman's control.
Astronomers have demonstrated be
yond successful contradiction that thfc Yes > over since the world began,
earth before the flood, like the planet I 11 has always been the way.
Saturn, was surrounded by a rhig of For did not Adam, the very first mail,
mist; when broken up, descended in rain, Tho ver Y fIr3t woman obey.”
and caused t'lie flood; after which the! ...i . ».
sun and ntoon wvre plainly seen, wihidh i an l_ tb ® concluding lines which
before had never .been plainly- visible 'o }’ <>u ha 'T , ’ < 'Peated, are all I can recall,
our own planet P J ah ’°! 1 a m aifraid it will not bo possible to
In nroof of thf« . give an entire shut-in number, but I
a. «£«?£ :&ixr&£s
an(1 . -Tioon sp.ken of by name, of each shut-in together yvith some of
hook her frame,
summon a doctor,” he ex-
"You are certainly ill." She
“No, no,” she pro
of the room. After some direction
Mr. Eaton she seated herself, tr
some opened letters that lay on the
bio and prepared to reply to them from
the notes penciled at the bottom of the
page. The caller took his leave. Mr.
Xaton closed the door and then came
up to Rose. SWell, what ls the answer?”
pression
line gray
.".nfin in . great distress. What j he asked, a slight unsteadiness In his
nn—r-sseH ." a P Be * her—liis quiet, self- y-qlce. Site rose and stood facing him.
‘ 1 J‘"-wp typewriteil—who did hor ! ‘‘Mr. Eaton, I appreciate the honor you
.. . And may have produced j have had a sad check of late that pre-
sivffii aS * We, l' j vents their expression. All the more,
1 shall not go to (the Bible, but out- 5l1s friends should rally around him in
sale it. for evidence to prove that tho this, his dark hour. His irrepressible
ii which I now quote is! industry caused this latest trouble. He
1 grew wl .rse after writing his last book
scripture frt
true.
heaven a t slle wa*—and. 1 “Yes,” he answered, his face lighting,
lie bent* i ,■ fit'fully’ she was crying. | “I will accept you op those terms, be-
.... . . 1 ‘*}' n and lald ill 8 hand gently- | cause I love you and 1 believe I can
“Alias h ,,. , , : teach you to love me in time."
\ mj _.^ ear ^ lrI . can’t I Ho drew hor to him and kissed her I
tenderly. •
Whence came the five races of men , P , la j n . Talks an d Tales.” In addition to
so diverse in color and haibit? ThN: ’ sens,1)I ° talks on tho ov-ery-dav
question, if viewed by tihe light of tbe- ingr6 of lif “' and entertaining h-umor-
h tne|n,,a *’’e hook contains his latest
short personal sketch Its
M. E. B.
COUNTERPART OF TOM LOCK
HART.
his pleasant health rr-
e been much benefited,
Household about a
do something for you*.
. His touch seemed to bring her to her-
eelf. £?»*- - 1 •- — ... -
ose to , her h feeV ,fT ! J
l°u can do nothing; nobody- can. ’ ! weali
••»u r " he ls dj 'ing!” its si
she
’’Who?’
“My only- friend—my lover!
hey were married, and Rose R1ch-
the working girl. liecame the
Itliy Mrs. Eaton. Society- shrugged
shoulders, sayTlig, ’’Notliing better is
to he Expected of that ipteer John
Eaton.” A year had passed. Mr. Eaton
red, „r Semitic race; JaphetH whitei' or
Aryan race.
Ridpath, the historian, tells us: "This
discrimination on the line of color was
a.? strongly drawn at the day-dawn of
authentic history as they are today- and
are therefore -*-*--*■
man whom 1 visited last Sunday, yvho
si range to say, almost an exact phv:
theory- Is to bring. You like the first
6.000 years of it, judging by- the way
you cling to it; you ought to like the
rest of it.
You say that the evidences upon which
the evolutionists base their doctrine point,
downward as well as upward. You won’t
have to go far in th« examination of
those evidences before you learn that
you have been looking through the wrong
end of the telescope. This downward
view ls al iront your idea of man's
origin, and not from the evidences. Let
me Insist on your examining those evi
dences. Mr. Moonshiner, just a few ex
tra gallons run off toy the light of the
moon will enable yTtu to procure those
admirable books on evolution. Better get
you a geology, too, as I notice you anti-
ovolutionlsts want to cut down the time
limit.
From your frequent references to ’miss
ing links” and ’’gulfs” and to the fact
that lower animals can’t worship, as
some of us do, it seems that you have
the idea that according to evolution one
species can ami may become another
species—as a katy-did may "eve-lute”
•into a Jersey cow, or a Junebug into a
toiilygoat, and that any of these may be
come man by and by. Such a thing
is no more possible under Darwinism
than fixed specielsin.
No, Moonshiner, God ls n-ot (going to
make a fallure_of this universe—neither
a. down-grade mop a. dead-level failure.
His works ar e progressive. The process
of creation is going on today just as
much so as it ever was. When atheists
point to imperfections in Ills works and
ask. "How can a perfect God create an
imperfect thing?” Just tell him to please,
suspend judgment a few million or
•billion years until God has completed
His job. There Is no hurry. What is
time to Him 'who was from the begin
ning and will be unto the end? He will
bring all His works, including man, to
perfection in His own good time.
Whatever sense of shame some may
feci for our lowly ancestry is more than
compensated for by the pride one may-
just as truly feel for the noble, great-
souled race that is yet to he; fur if the
line up which we struggled points down.
(Ward in the rea-r It points upward in
front. Our destiny- will b e as high as
our origin was low. And as man grows
more Intelligent, a s h e learns more about
the laws of his development, the more
rapidly will he advance physically, men
tally and morally.
Ah, Moonshiner, better to be tli e tad
pole parent of an ever-pro-gressive angel
breed than to be the degraded descend
ant of u race of gods; y-ea, or to be one
of an innumerable throng moving along
a horizontal piano of existence without
hope of the race ever reaching the much,
lauded .pristine purity and perfection of
Adam—a creature, really, whose moral
status i\v3s so low, and w.ho was so
weak, that h e fellat the first tempta
tion. JOHN MASON.
Lord, what a change within us one
short hour
Spent in Thy presence will prevail to
make!” —Trench.
JESUS TEACHING HOW TO PRAY.
HE apostles observed Jesus
In the act and attitude of
prayer. In some oratory
of nature, perhaps, they
saw Him kneeling with up
turned face. His glowing
lineaments showed the
bliss of communion with
God, or repose after wrest
ling, and the conscious ob
taining of the thing de
sired. A goodly sight! No
wonder it provoked the
question how they could
learn to -pray after such a fashion.
Tho universal Teacher taught through
these Buppllants all who would after
ward learn of Him concerning this su
preme act of the soul. He gave first the
model of prayer—the ideas, the words.
The Paternoster is an epitome. Here are
the needs alike of the race and the indi
vidual in miniature. It ls the alphabet.
denies it?—how will not the HoRtrefily
'Father, infinite in wisdom, power, and
love, bestow that all-lnclusbco gift, the
life and light of the soul, the Holy Spirit,
to those who, out of the vocabulary of
the Paternoster, and In the spirit of the
parable, ask Him?
ANALYSIS AND KEY.
1. Request for Form of Prayer Natural.
John Baptist’s Precedent.
Jesus Himself observed In prayer.
2. Jesus' divine answer.
Universal teacher gives universal form.
3. Analy-sls—
First part relates to tho Father—His
Name, Kingdom, Will.
Second part relates to man—Bread,
Forgiveness, Deliverance.
4. From Form to Spirit of Prayer.
Illustrated by parable.
Its contrasts, the force of It.
THE TEACHERS’ LANTERN.
"Our Father in heaven, we hallow Thy
name;
May Thy* kingdom holy on earth be the
same;
O, give to us daily our portion of bread.
It ls from Thy bounty that all must
be fed;
the numeral system out of which prayer J Forgive our transgressions, and teach
UNCROWNED HEROES.
Has every one who has been called a
hero done anything really heroic? Are
, .. ! there nbt some who have been unde-
c:ii counterpart of our Tom Lockhart servedly honored? On the other hand, are
l ike Toni he is-an ossified man. He has I there not others who bravely strive
been helpless 13 years, and for the lat: | through life to attain their ideals, yet
, - . - through handle-aping circumstances
nine years lie has been confined to bed.
iy fng on bis left side, rigid as a marble
torst criterion b^w-hVh 6 '^’?' ^ 1 th<> ! f tatne . and' without power of motion’;
nw If mi?, f 1 -which to designate oneI in any part of his bodv, save (as in
The Ones i„n r ° m an ° r° r - ’ Tom’s ease) hts right thumb and f.fe
lit? question naturally would arls’e: ! linger. a
W-liy* did God make one man white and Like Tom, he became .blind
eye. then lately he has Irwt
another black?
or;
and go down to the grave “unhonored,
and unsung? Though ll is not popular
to say so in a day- when the practical
Is worshiped yet, I belive it is the idealist
who does more for the world than the
practical man with the actualities he
can grasp. But In the .present day peo
ple base their confidence upon the man
who ’’gets there” no matter by what
arrived. They- have lintle sym-
r appreciation for the man who
and .falls. Yet, have the ef-
sr.-v'h a man been without re
late they not benefited hlm-
deepenlng and enhancing ills
and benefited others by at’-
examiple of noble energy- and
-'ft be girl came between him and the | seemed that**he” hear? musr'hav^been 1 fl, IflHed.
enllles very- poor, -and he has few comforts. A
„„„ .1 ,, , . ; \ ...... ui-.ii l uniat nave neen i . t . generous tfiriend gave him an invalid
ges ot the big Jaw book he took from burled with her first love There was ! „ J ., JeWS ,iavo s11rvIvpd through the; chair or bed. and new I have set my I ™' « **■ “‘i* ™r“H7xas
shelf to consult. It was not so very always the gentle reserve the sweet hui I counties? ages amidst the wreck and! heart on his having a ghaphaiphonc, i and industrious, 'training and
rnannerltha? SZlZSlti ZZZ'M , ^ | ** ,-u will send, me any, *o- ! hta 1 “S ^nt® ££
v i»» ivnrld. Ilf* •beK'illl tll<£ StrUtf-
are the true heroes who are
nto the dust of the world's
by the Irion heel of clrcum-
and environment. For one of
these whom I know 1 have deep sym
pathy. He is a man uprig’iit, ambitious done with the matter than to be periodi-
of every- description can be spelled and
figured. Analytically, In its separate
parts, it Illustrates the components of a
true, rounded, acceptable prayer- Syn
thetically, there Js In It a tenor, a spirit—
a cumulative power unmatched In written
language. It 15 tbo chief ornament of
every ritual. 'Its perpetual repetition
wearies no one. It is suited alike to child
and adult.
The Lord's Prayer is a fine example of
the avoidance of many words which
Jesus on another occasion Insisted upon.
The equilibrium between .comprehensive
ness and condensation ls maintained. Tho
exordium is a reverential address to the
Deity, in which His existence, unity*, and
paternal character are adoringly recog
nized. Tho “kingdom of heaven” will be
found to toe the solvent of the prayer.
The coming of the kingdom will Insure
the hallowing of the Divine name, and
the doing of the Divine will, as in heaven,
so on earth. The coming of the kingdom
insures absolution, reduces temptations,
and consequently- delivers from evil, crit
icism has fairly- established that the
ascriptions of kingdom, power and giory-
was not a part of the prayer as origi
nally given. But the lofty- doxology chords
so* -perfectly that Jt will probably- con
tinue in use forever. The prayer can
be divided into two parts: .The first re
lates to the Father, and contains three
petitions: 1. e., concerning His name. His
kingdom, and His will. The second con
cerns ourselves, and is comprehended in
the words bread, forgiveness, and deliv
erance. Rudolph Stier says in his
"Words of Jesus,” "All tho tones of the
human breast which go from earth to
heaven sound here in their key-notes.”
From this matchless formulary Jesus
passes to the spirit which should charac
terize the suppliant. To set this forth.
He uses a homely domestic Incident- AVe
must transfer ourselves to the Orient
to appreciate it. There was no mail or
time table to apprise t'he host of the hour
of the guest’s arrival. It would like as
not be late at night, as travel was ordi
narily- continued then, to escape the heat
of the day-. The guest would be down
right hungry, as there were no facilities
of the modern restaurateur. The host’s
larder would like as not be empty, the
climate making the preservation of edi
bles difficult, and leading them to live
from hand to mouth. Borrowing would
be the next thing in order. AVhat a touch
of nature In the churlishness of the half-
awakened neighbor! To him the getting
u.p from his worm bed, and the stumbling
over his children as they lie hit and miss
upon their tiny- mats about the floor; the
taking down of the heavy- bar across the
door; all seems to his drowsy powers
a superhuman exertion. Yet there comes
at length a point where it Is easier far
for the sleepy- niggard to get up and have
long since he had lost a lovely young
wile, ilor whom he had grieved doeplv,
finding relief at length’ in absorbing
himself in work.
Once out on the street, the crisp Oc
tober air revived Rose Hartwell, and she
walked with firm, rapid steps, taking no
note of those who met or passed her, an
unvoiced prayer In her heart that Harry
might he alive and might know her when
she reached his side. She was not long
in arriving at the place she sought—a
tall, weather-stained house with the sign,
"Board and lodging here” on the front!
She rang the boll, and after what seemed
to be a long wait, tho door was opened
by Mrs. Donald, whose round, kind face
Oore traces of tears. "He is no better,"
file said at once. "The minister of his
church is with him. The doctor lias
just gone; he will be back right away,
he said.”
Rose was already beginning to ascend
lie two long flights of stairs that led to
'he room of the slcjt boy*. The door was
ajar; she entered sit^tly and came up
to the bed. Whatever desperate hope she
his affections. Ho tried to'beJWe‘utal 1 °- T? hmapl : today'fills tin
he was content in’ possessing'her friend- i ArVh*!^-^ 0, *'^' a l hp should fill. The
ship and esteem, but at length he real- e’en .s to t,,P , - vpipa! Aral >-
iced that never while all the love re- I 2?"’ H s hand shall 1m against
malned on one side could he he happy* I hi and „ pver Y man’s hand will
Another year passed. It was the m™ I ™ a f ,lns ‘ ” ,m ’ today as true
Ing of a new year.'' John Eat on™ rose ^- 1 L Pn ., E ^ ra cro ? SPd a thousand miles
Arab, tin? seed : i,n <i „. _ .
place promised j bneco tags you can get, those of R. J
Reynolds or P. 11 Hanes Co. pre
feireil. Address ‘‘Eulala,’’ Chandler
Springs, Ala., R. F. I). No. I.
P.S.—Thanking vou In advance, yours
with love. EULALA.
fn£ ly f' r ! i8 ' U he had laln a wake try-
! th A nk . 0,11 so ««e solution to the
of Bedouin infested desert.
Was It not “Julian, the Apostate" who'
problem that now confronTeT'hls” Iffm ruXT ^oulT^r'-'* » ,,nt Jp -‘
i f* rrt Pa ! 41... « « .
gle lbr daily bread, with the earnest
side effort to obtain such an education
as would make his life worth while to
himself—and to otiTers. He failed,
through no fault of his. Circumstances
were no hard lor him. And hawing
failed, was it not natural he should be
come soured and saddened Yet such is
S' carry oZT'^n'e'n wa^Tres^ i e'T ™hesT^ ** ,-et
and strong. He packed hfs tr^fif ^ ° f rpbulld ""r the
sent a servant to ask Mrs Eaton to I nil students wen, —* - —■ b—s
c , nm e to the library as soon as she was i sbe wfTl continue to] You knew it was coming! hut you ought
dressed, and waited In restless lmna- ! fnimma t,1P time of the Gentiles he' ”„ ot to , have headed me off that way.
tlence until she came down. She
b? rebuilt till the
set himself to the!
Holy City, with
of history- yveii ’■
“ SIX-DA YISM” AND PRIDE OF
POSTERITY.
Hit ’em again Sam Burton; this ls a | far'f i-om"being the case. He ls cheerful,
free-for-all fight. ] sweet-natured and patient. Is ho a
Mr. Moonshiner. I have not yet said j failure? Does not S motiving of the
anything about anybody’s pride of pos- halo of heroism belong to him?
tertty, but I am going to, pretty* soon.
ADELIA.
simple blue morning dress and her"wavy I oied /hit eu* "’ e plaPP
hair tvasTknotted at the hack, giving her ” fi "’ Gen ’ 9 * 7 -
»««***. D A °-
w ’ PrP , ro «Y frum sleep and her white
eyelids drooped drowsily*.
Mr Katon - what have vou so
v r:, y . bpppr . t£u y T to me
l-rave you made a list op
esriy* ho!ir?
may have cherished toon fliglit ’ when j hea^- tTe'mS r Vp° bl „ t,0 . P8 _, nnfl . wIsb me to
she saw his face. It bore the
able seal of death. With difficulty
controlled herself as she looked at him.
His eyes suddenly opened; he saw her
and smiled. “Rose, my little girl,” he
said, and tried to hold out his hand. She
took the white amaclated hand and
preseed it to her breast as she knelt
down beside the tgid. “Harry, my
Harry,’’ she cried. "Oh! if I could do
something for you.”
“You can, dear. There Is one thing you
can do for me—not to help me live;
'hat’s past. I’m dying, Rosie. It's hard
gill When bear them* TP me TO
unmistak- caught Right of bts 8 * a PT>ed as she
lenity she J —what-^sthe ^matter ?’^ ar ^ fa< ** “ What
Eaton turned his head and looked p.p
of the window for an instant, then sud
denly* faring his wife, he said: ”i jest
a wav! ’ 9tan!l ft 0ny IOP8er: 1 am «o”n«
hen®* ” nfl wbat - Please? I don’t eompre-
"TMs—this—mockery of a marriage It
has been a miserable mistake. You and
T must part.’’ a
"Part."—her Ups blanched—^"Part.” she
ThQj.ard part is to leave you. I wanted j w™*# snd^lookM at^hl^' TTr^tood
with hand,? behind him stirfny from th
so much to live because you loved me
and would be my* wife as soon as we two
poor ones had put by* a little more
money. Rose, dearest, what I want to
ask you l s to let me call you mine for
the little while I am here. Rose, I want
you to marry- me.’ ; brr. .‘his sweet knowledge: the air R e«rvie-i
She raised her tear-wet face and looked A ,u n P music ' but there o
at him, startled. Was his mind wander- rr , fo m " s,p ' was a discordant
window. In a moment like The rurh of
a nent-un stream there enme to brr the
knowledge that she loved hlm-had loved
him all tbc W*htte. more than she had
ever loved any* one else. R overwhelmed
In
“I am In my senses, dear. I know
what I am saying. I am dying, and I
want to die In my wife’s arms; I will
die happier.”
"Then let It he as you wish."
"Thank you, dearest. You see”—with a
smile—“the preacher ls already here; the
doctor will bring the license If we tele
phone him. Rose, it’s not altogether a
dying lover's whim. There’s a Uttle
money that ls to be divided some day.
It’« not much, but I want you to hay*e It..
I— His voice failed and he lay still,
trying to reserve his little remaining
strength. The doctor was telephoned to
and soon the strange sad marriage was
over and Harry Richland had his wish.
He died with his wife’s kbs on Ills lips.
One must live. Food and shelter must
he work<Vj for when one ls poor. In two
weeks Rose was back In the office of
Eaton & Howard, paler, graver but with
some Indefinable added charm—a deeper
look In her beautiful eyes, beneath which
soft shadows lao*. harmonising with lur
black dress. Mr. Easton was bending
over his desk when she entered.^ Tfa
acknowledged her low-spoken "Good
morning” with a bow. It was Mr. How
ard. the fat, genial senior member of the
firm who came over to her snd said:
"Ah, Miss Hartwell; pardon me. Mrs.
Richland. I believe It now Is—we are glad
to see you back a-g* 'it- Eaton ana I
have missed you ver much. vve nnve
all along flattered ourselves that we had
the best stenographer In the city, ana
"Part?” she RClfl ne-sln.
“Thnt Is what T meer> Rose. Mv trunk
1= necked T shell take the rie«-t tral i
p„_- Vew York, then—then—T shall go- -T
T 'don't know .where.”
Pose stood up. A lock of hair onrl
heoome unfestenod and she paused to ar-
*nm*» It then she moved to her hus-
hoed's s*de.
“Mr Eaton—John—do yon no longer
|.or« for me?”
tt? looked her In the face steadllv.
"■Rone. T hny*e tried every wny to wm
vour love hut In vnln. Von do not.
vou cannot car? for me. To snore h.'*h
of ns yeln. T Th.fnlr ft bee* wo should
«ro snnr*. Oh Bo«o how T loved vou’
r» «- 1--.-d —herd’”
Tgo e.* • n *- htmsetf p oh sir snd hur'ed
’»«« face In his bond®. Rose leaned over
{Last page missing.—EiJ.)
Now*, honor bright, does not a little bit
of envy of that largeso-uled race of the
future mingle with your shame of an
cestry when you rise and exclaim,
"Away with your i;.heory of the upward
trend in God’s w-orks: I will none of it?”
A nooTr ___, „ _ — j Y'es. wouldn’t It b e a wful nice if the
A bUUR THAT DESERVES TO LIVP ! entire world would accept the beautiful
Dow „ -v..— down .
slice ess-
fully managing His affairs? I^>t us have
it that the God-ltke race fell from its
perfect state Into a, state of total deprav
ity. gnd after struggling al-ong for 6.000
years, evolution, in an Inverted form,
came to our aid and enabled us to slide
down the rest of the way! If we must
hive evolution, let us have the Inverted
sort. Come to think of It. if vour theory
of man's origin is true, haven't w« had
that form of et*o!utlon ffom the begin
ning?
The race springs from a perfect (pair—
perfect physically, mentally and moral
ly—and pure Caucasians, of Course. In
6.000 years what do we find? Only a
minority even nominal worshippers of
the true God; (the rest of the race idol-,
ators and worshippers of mythical gods.
Only a minority civilized; the rest half-
civilized, barb-irons and savage—some of
them so depraved In their appetites that
nothing tastes quite so good to the m as
a nice fat. well-cooked baby.
Only a minority Caucasian; th P rest,
Alabama.
Kb
A n
ApA dr. vou love me no lo-f *>r?
q--»r nre.” fhe iskod.
T.“*tln*- h*« k«r-4« fell fro-** M« foe?
V. n iv *> * he- pul ajnewPreA cqv.
nwotv thoueh h*q Itoq were flutrArlqir
"Whv should T lm-- vott? Can « man
lot-e e qtone woman?*•
t»Td that 7*onr «!*e“*. .T-ch** w®to-** r*
t*ou no tonye- rone Tor n-e. ♦-r. t- t
-. n nert b?t T n*t»b vet, to lrn nw
T flo tot-e von—h*»t*e Tot-od --oej Ron
monthe’ tho”"*h * am. not kn?w It until
,. 0 n evoke n* «*o1n"* »n*av r» T jo-*"
von with all mv i-rt*.g—mnr» than T ever
1 on*- one.**
'•flow 1 rni* wife V TTta arms tr»*»
•tt-ovnd her. "he drew h«>r to hi® tore-,at
now we know It. On* does not realize Two souls stood revealed to each other.
Tr 1 !!?." Ions thp K fftp d author of “Med-Ca’i theory that everything is on the
H^ritagre * took to write her book T lmnn. grade—^that God Isn’tt caipvble oir s
not, but it is worth year/of work and ' " ' • ■ - - -
thought to produce a book so fascina/
Ingly written, and. best of all. so per
meated with .lie beauty and power /f
l ?\ e . W1,ch Is transmitted with
the rlader lnfIuen ne to the heart of
vrV« e ^’ S . Heritage.” the latest novel by
Miss Mala Pettus, deserve.® a place in
every home and library the world over
F la pr - ,in g, absorbing to follow the
Jiff apd the character development of
the lot ely and noble heroine from ohlld-
nooa. with its dreams and aspirations, to
a womanhood fill] of earnest struggle
heavy cross-bearing and hardly achieved
triumph.
Fierce wa s the conflict in the tender
womanly heart of Meda when she sought
to obey, the call of God to her soul
while the voice of love, of filial duty and
the syren song of worldly pleasure all
fought to allure her from the steadfast
purpose to which she had pledged herself
In an hour of high spiritual exaltation. . -
Our eyes grow dim with tears when we i brown, yellow, black—mostly Chinese
see her glslnv up tho affections of lover, ] and negroes. Some so changed in phys-
mother, friends—“all to leave and follow leal form (certain negro and Australian
Him.’ It was Indeed a cross which she ; tribes) that they ha.ve lost their calves,
bore. But when we realize the glory of j or hat'e only rudimentary affairs,
her heritage our sour soul* are drawn j Yes, we are on the down grade, ac-
nearer to the DlA’ine Father. Is not this
a noble mission for any book?
WOODLAND WANDERER.
SOME POINTS ON FARMING.
Miserable, when I read your letter I
•felt like taking a nap—I .\va« that tired
1 suppose you are one of those people
who think that radishes grow on bushes,
and watermelon vines on trellises, and
you're simply afraid of your life of bj;;
heifers, aren’t you?
I’ve met that sort of people.
When they go out into the rural d's-
triots to seek their fortunes they should
first find out what they're going to da
when they get there—and not blame the
country beoamse they don’t find every
thing they want growing on bushes
You say that you expected to aociimu-
mulate a fortune in one year. And how
did you go about It? Planted 28
acres in corn! Rrsult: Raised enough
tom to feed the horse six months.
There are now three things for you to
do: Study farming and go at it right.
Or sell the horse anil get ril of the hired
.man and stop pretending to farm, or yo
back to the city
cording to your 6.000-year theory, and
have descended -a- hundred times faster
than Danwln ever claimed we ascended.
Another perlou or two of 6,000 years of
such rapid descent and let me ask you
where will be your pride of posterity,
or of ancestry, or of anything else?
You say the aborigines of Australia
are the lowest level to which tlq, race
can descend. I say dogma; you haven’t
got the least bit of evidence that they
can’t continue descending. Th e very
fact that mey have descended so far in
so short a time is the strongest oif rea
sons for believing that they will sink
lower and lower.
If In 6,000 years the descendants of a
perfect pair could lose so much in intel
lect, morals and religion, and so degener
ate physically as to loRe their calves,
why. In another 6.000 years or so they
could lose something else, and maybe gain
somewhere else, be all over hair, and be
in the baboon stage—let’s change the
wording n little; “monkey” is getting old.
And thus, we, or they, could continue
to descend lower and lower in the ani
mal scale until we. or they, disappear—
similar to the manner of exit of 'the tor-
I am going to get about ten acres of
my own some day. and I’m simply going I pedo whistling bug of the (Western plains,
to make things hum. But then I’ve lived It (so ’tls alleged) begins at the root of I kingdom come on earth as ’tls In
on a farm and know something about I a stalk of corn and toons Its way tip[ heaven." It is brought on by evolution
BE UP AND DOING.
Friends; I feel full of vital energy
this splendid morning, and I hope you
feel the same. I would like to stir up
in every one of you a spirit of fervent,
hopeful-life and action—a spirit that will
help somebody to live better and be hap
pier. There is helpful work for all to
do In this big, struggling world. Hold
out a hand here and there to lift up
somebody who has fallen—lift them up
by encouraging words and loving coun
sel, if no more. Don’t toe fettered toy
convention. Christ cared nothing for
this world's mere conventions. Be free;
get out of ruts. Liberate your mind
and your spirit. Crush all mean, selfish
considerations, and kill out "I can’t.”
No, you can't' kill hint, for he ls the
cat with nine lives; but make him lie
low. Ever read an inspiring little book
called ’’I Can and J Will,” by William
Walker Atkinson?' If not. get It from
the New Thought Publishing Company
in Chicago, and read it. It will stir
you like a thrilling bugle note.
if want to join our big-hearted and big-
brained G. W. in the resolve not to find
fault unjustly or criticize unkindly any
body "for a year. Those who make and
keep (Tils josolutlon will need no prize;
as an approving conscience will be
sufficient reward. Let’s think the best
of everybody. There’s Cousin Reddy,
for instance. Don’t be too hard on him.
Household sisters; take what he said
with a big pinch of salt. He was pok
ing tho Household to hoar it hum. In
my opinion. Reddy is all O. K. i hope
we will hear from him soon. Now, I
want at parting to give every one ’ of
you the hand of brotherly love. We are
all one big family, with God as our
father, and I wish we could all feel the
tender drawing of the electric chain
wherewith we are darkly bound.
MILLER HAND.
SOCIALISM.
Dear Cousins; I have long been a
reader of your letters. Now I want a
word. I am old, but not very wise
thanks to this capitalist system. I an!
sorry to see some of our cousins opposing
socialism before they know what it Is or
It means, and even giving meanings to
It contrary to alp authorities, confound
ing it with communism, anarchy. In
dividualism and everything except what
It is. What ls It? It is "a better state
of government,” a science, the science of
practical Christianity, discussed and
Written about by some of the wisest
men and women of every civilized nation,
an organized political . party with the
work for its home and an international
platform “broad” enough for all to
stand upon, opposing all other forms of
government and compromising with none,
but from present indications will soon
be popular government, then will "our
ally aroused by the persistent knock
ing and calling.
The force of the parable Is In Its con
trasts. God’s eye is never closed In slum
ber. God’s self ls love. Ills treasures
are Inexhaustible. He delights to give.
There Is no indifference or disinclination
on the tart of God which must be first
overcome by man’s importunity. The de
lay in answer. If there ls any, ls for the
recipient’s own highest adyantage; that
'he may study anew his supposed needs,
may analyze his motives, may* review the
promises, so that when at length the an
swer comes, he may be in *. state of mind
and heart to avail (himself of the bless
ing to the uttermost. Postponement Is
for the advantage of the receiver, not the
Giver.
The Paternoster Is still In Jesus’ mind.
Earthly fathers, have Judgment to dis
criminate between good and evil gifts for
their children. They have natural affec
tion enough to Incline them to bestow
only the good. If that be bo—and who
H
us to know
The humble compassion that pardons
each 'foe;
Keep us from temptation, from weals*
ness, and sin;
And Thine by the glory, forever. Amtn.* ?
Form and fervency! Their juxtaposi
tion here Is no accident. It is designed
to teach us that they are not Inimical!
that the Importunate soul can express
Itself In the phrase of the Paternoster.
Phillips Brooks poured out his great
heart in the prayer of St. Chysostom,
and other "forms” of the prayerbooR,
Moved himself, bo moved all who hea 4
him.
The golden mean is to be maintained
however, between a too rigid adher
ence to form and persistence tn extem
poraneous ■prayer.
JYihn Baptist would likely give Ms
disciples a form of prayer. He gave
•minute and 1 practical directions to each
clasts of his converts, the people, the
publicans, the soldiers. He would hard
ly omit teaching them how to pray.
Jesus ls our standing pattern In prayer.
H? enforced His precept with His exam
ple. Twenty-one Instances of His pray
ing are noted In the Gospels—secret,
public, at meals, long firayers, ejacula
tory, intercessory for friends and ene
mies; all aire recorded. The fervency
of His prayer Is described in the Epistle
to the Hebrews. His supplications were
offered with "strong cryings and tears.’’
TVe are to pray without ceasing. The
bird is not always literally flying, but
It Is ready to fly on an instant. So onr
souls should he ready to spread their
pinions, and mount to the mercy-seat
on short notice.
You can no more find a Christian
without prayer than you can find a
living man without a pulse. Prayer Is
a state rather than a specific act. Bene
fit depends On continuity. One murt
have the aptitude.
■Prayer-wheels turned by water-power
a no numerous In India. The prayer
fasted on the wheel ls thought to bo
said with every revolution. Those who
laugh at the crudity of the device ought
to ask whether In the average Christian
prayer there Is not some meaningless
Iteration. God does not need to be In
structed or aroused.
Luther Is said to have exclaimed. ”1
have so much to do I can not get alon?
well without three hours a day praying.'’
Daniel was a busy statesman, hut amid
the cares of office be found time to pray
three times a day.
When the whole number of the sons
of God shall have reached this goal, a
pure doxology will arise In heaven; Hal
lowed be the name of our God! His
kingdom Is comp. His will Is done. Hs
has forgiven us our sins. He has brought
temptation to an end. ITo has delive.eij
ns from tho evil one. His ls the king
dom and the po'wer and the glory for
ever. Amen! (Bengel.)
Our Father. God, who art in heaven.
All allowed be Thy name;
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done
In heaven and- earth the same.
Give us this day our daily bread:
And as we those forgive
Who sin ngalnsr us. so may wa
Forgiving grace receive.
Into temptation lead us not:
From evil set us free .
And Thine the kingdom. Thine ths
(power.
And glory ever be.
JUDS0N.
^
and qatural cause? and by education. It and soothe and heal the delicate, Irrltat-
will not be a reform, but a revolution, i membrane
A reform wouM leave the government, EclIpse catarrh Cure Is a vegetable
stfil in the hands of the oppressors of : _ .. , . s a uw
the poor workers. Revolution of thought ) P re P ara t‘ on °f wonderful curative post-
will dispossess (hem and place the worker ] * r s- It pi%jiptly reaches the remotest
in control. All this sounds radical to j air passages, where the disease Is lo-
any one at first, so did Christ's teach- , cated, and effects a permanent cure in
lngs, for like tlie socialist, He did nof even the worst cases
come to patch 'up the old, but to make a
new. Robert L. Wiggins, Augusta, Ga.,
Socialism ls the most talked of sub- Writes*
ject In the world today. New books are
coming out on It every day. You cannot I Some time ago I wrote you far a aatn-
afford to be Ignorant of its teachings, pie package of your Catarrh Cure.
You can get most any book on the sub- , which you sent me, and I will always
ject from their cooperative publishing I thank you f0r it . for j have never usM
zle'^treeL'cMcago. * ‘ j anything to give me so much relief In
Scientific socialism has never been so short a time. It opened my nose and
tried here nor anywhere else. China has , throat, and gave me relief in every way.
less of sooiallsiBi than any country on . My throat was so sore that I could not
earth. New Zealand probably the most. ] sleep, but after using the first pipe full
Switzerland, German*, France, Australia j went to bed and slept like a tired
and this country have some socialistic . . y
features, such as our common roads, our ot U y *
postoffice and our schools are all tend- Enclosed please find Money Order for
lng that way, yet we are not a free $1.00, for which please send me a whole
people by any means, neither are we
happy, nor can we be under such a sys
tem. Read up, cousins.
T. T. P., write me and I will try and
answer all of your questions satlsfac-
torllv. If I can’t I have a comrade tliaB
can.' W. C. DRYDEN.
INSTANT RELIEF
FROM CATARRH.
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We have hundreds of letters from grate
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these testimonials and full information
about the disease. Do not delay, but
write today. Address Eclipse Medicine
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Ga. ••*
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(From The Chicago Tribune.)
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